School's In

School's in

by Naughty Bard

Warning: this story contains sexual acts (oral, domination, humiliation) between young males.

If you don't like it, or it is illegal in your country or state, please stop reading.

Hi guys!

It's been months since the last chapter of Live and Let Serve was posted. Now I'm coming back with a spinn-off based on Chris, Ace and Leo and their adventures in high school. As usual a big shout out to my friend John, for proofreading the chapter.

I really hope you like it and if you wanna drop me a line to let me know what you think of it you'll make my day! My address is: naughtybard@gmail.com

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Chapter 1

Chuck

I hate my life. I used to repeat that same line almost daily, since I was a little kid. And it's still pretty accurate, actually. I do still hate it. Every single, depressing aspect of it, really. As bad as it may sound, it's the truth. It was clear to me from a very young age that the best thing I could have ever hoped to be was invisible. And it wasn't too hard to be honest after so many years of practice. I wasn't what you would call cool or dope... one of the guys, you know? No, nothing like that. Nobody liked me. Scratch that, cause that would've required people to actually speak to me or even notice me. But, you see, that wasn't the case at all. I was alone. Like all the time. Don't think I'm being overdramatic cause I'm not. I was alone at home since my parents were way too busy to take the time to check on me every once in a while. I was alone at school, during classes, recess, lunch, you name it, nobody would speak to me because I was inherently transparent. Even most of my teachers had problems remembering my name and I'm actually a pretty good student. Good grades, never been in trouble, so you'd think they would remember at least my frigging name, after like three years, right? But no such luck. So what else is there for a seventeen-year-old boy? Not much, really. But I'm not surprised. Like I said, I'm invisible and yeah, I do know that I am beyond pathetic.

The only silver lining I could see about all this was that I was free to observe. I like observing others, always have. Especially boys, the popular ones. The way they act and speak when they think nobody's watching. It's kinda my thing. I watch them and they don't know. You'd think it's like having a fucking superpower or something, if it wasn't the lamest one ever.

So no friends, MIA parents, sloppy teachers, no real hobby or interest except for being a creepy jock stalker. All in all that had been my life up till a few months ago. And that's precisely why nothing I had ever experienced could have even remotely prepared me to what went down on that fateful Friday afternoon of mid October.

I was walking home from school on 28th, near Sherwood Park when a car slowed down next to me, drove up onto the sidewalk and blocked my path. I froze. The kid who was driving it had curly jet black hair, olive skin and big, full lips that were holding a cigarette. My legs weakened a little. I knew him. He was a year younger than me, a sophomore in my same school who had just turned sixteen only a few weeks before, throwing this crazy big party, with tons of super cool friends. It had been awesome. Or so I had heard since I had obviously not been invited.

"Hey!" he said to me. I was completely stunned. A handsome, popular jock was actually acknowledging my presence. That was unprecedented.

"Uhmm... h... hey..." I replied, uncertain. He blew out the smoke as he was staring at me.

"You go to Central, right?" he asked. Again, complete disbelief. This guy knew I existed? I fought the urge to pinch myself.

"Uhmmm... y... yeah... I... how do you..." I stuttered but he cut me off.

"I'm Leo." he muttered with his cig between his lips.

"Yes... Leo Green, I know who you are..." I hurried to say, sounding way too eager.

He smirked at me and said:

"Of course you do, hehe!" he snickered a little looking straight into my eyes. I couldn't take it, I lowered my gaze immediately and stared at the pavement till he spoke again "Hey, why don't you get in the car? There's something we need to talk about." he said.

"There... there is?" I asked. He smirked again, blew out some smoke and said.

"Oh, yeah."

I must've looked thunderstruck because after a few seconds he went:

"Dude, I'm waiting! What's it gonna be?" a little impatiently.

"Yeah, sorry!" I jabbered and got in.

He started driving and for maybe a couple of minutes neither of us spoke. He was smoking and the open window was messing up his mane of lush black curls. I cleared my throat, extremely embarrassed but he still didn't make a sound. He kept driving, relaxed as fuck. Some angry rapper dude was on, dissing his whore of a woman and my heart was pounding. I was sitting in the car of one of the hottest guys in school. He was so dreamy. His dark eyes and his gentle facial features were enough to make you...

"Is it true what they say about you at school?" he interrupted my line of thought. Now that was another big surprise. What the hell was he talking about? Were kids talking about me? For real?

" Uhm... about me? Uhm... I don't... What... what do they say?" I asked genuinely curious. He took a puff and blew out the smoke.

"That you're a faggot." he said without looking at me. My mouth went completely dry.

"They... they say that?"

"Yeah! Like everyone!" he said still blowing smoke out of those beautiful lips.

It was true of course. I guess at some level I had always known and puberty had not surprisingly been the final nail in the coffin of my already very precarious masculinity.

"Look, I'm not gonna beat the shit out of you or anything, I just wanna know if you're a fag or not." Leo said, nonchalantly, like it was no big deal.

Now, stating that this was an awkward conversation was putting it mildly. And of course the first question that came into my mind was why?', why do you wanna know?'. Naturally I didn't ask that question. I guess it sounded rude or something and believe you me, rude was the last thing I wanted to be to Leo Green. I mean, I feel like I probably need to stress this again: he was actually talking to me. I didn't wanna jeopardize that! But... you see, on the other hand I had never come out of the closet because... well... who was I gonna come out to, huh? My parents? Yeah, right, like they cared!

"Well... I... uhm... I don't know..." I said trying to sound vague.

He snorted loudly:

"Tsk! Dude, c'mon! Cut the crap! Of course you do! That's an easy one! I mean, I know I'm not! I like tits and pussy, I get a fucking boner just by thinking about it! If I look at a guy's dick it's like looking at a fucking door or a window, you know what I'm saying?" he explained, very simply "Now, you I'm not so sure about, hehe!" he snickered smirking sideways and I had to smile briefly myself, in awe of how butch and confident this kid sounded.

"Well... I'm not sure either... you see, I've never been with another guy... or a girl for that matter... but... yeah... I... I guess I'm more attracted to boys..." I mumbled in a small voice.

"I knew it! Hehe!" he said smugly "Alright, look!" he switched to a more business-like tone, gesticulating with the hand that was holding his cigarette "Here's the thing: I am horny as fuck all the fucking time, man," he began with what definitely qualified as oversharing, considering we had never spoken before. "I mean I'm talking 24/7 here, ok? And I'm so fucking tired of jacking off which is a huge problem cause girls don't exactly put out whenever I want!" he went on and then paused to suck in the smoke from his cig "And besides, things get so fucking complicated when they're around." he said rolling his eyes but didn't elaborate and returned to the main topic: himself.

"Now, I really like getting my dick sucked." he stated boldly. "It feels good. I don't gotta do shit. I just let whoever is sucking do all the work till I'm ready to blast a load and in my book that beats jacking off any fucking day of the week!" he said "You know what I'm saying?" he turned to me and smiled his most gorgeous smile.

"Uhm... yeah... I... I guess..." I stuttered awkwardly, having no clue what he was talking about. Like anyone had ever given me a blowjob!

"Good! Cause that's where you come in, man!" he went on explaining and I looked at him, frowning "I mean, I figured queers gotta be as horny as I am which means that you guys dream about sucking dick like every waking moment. Am I right or am I right?" he asked, cheeky as fuck.

"Well... I... I..." he cut me off.

"So I thought, why don't I find myself a desperate one, do him a huge favor and let him give me head every now and then? And dude, you're perfect for the job!" he looked at me sideways and added "I mean, no offence but you do look kinda desperate!" my jaw dropped "C'mon, you gotta admit it's genius! We both get what we want this way and even though you're obviously getting the better end of the deal here, well, I'm ok with that!"

I didn't even know where to begin to form a reply to that. It was a completely surreal situation that I was not emotionally equipped to process, let alone interact in. Had I ever thought about blowjobs? Of course, I was seventeen for fuck's sakes and online porn was my only sexual release. Did I wanna suck Leo Green's dick? You bet! He was every gay kid's wet dream. But that was fantasy. This couldn't be happening for real, not to me! I found myself resisting the urge to shout `hell yeah!'. Instead I said:

"But... but... you said you're straight..." I sounded a little petulant.

"You can bet your fag ass, I'm straight! What's your point?" he replied dangerously.

"Ok... I'm really sorry... I didn't mean to... I just meant if you're interested in girls why..." but he cut me off again and he now sounded a little impatient.

"Dude, did you even listen to a word I said? I don't want you to be my fucking boyfriend!" he said then snorted "You wish!" he gave me a nasty look "I just want you to suck me off whenever the fuck I'm horny! What's so hard to understand? I thought you'd jump at the opportunity!" his bluntness was incredibly refreshing. Nobody had ever spoken to me with that level of brutal sincerity.

"No... I get it... but..." and he cut me off again.

"Look, if you're not interested it's fine. Just don't waste my time, ok? I'll find someone else." he said coldly and turned to me, with his sexy swag. I realized he had just stopped the car "You can get out now." He said impatiently and blew the smoke of the last of his cigarette in my face. I coughed and in my mind, the fact that I didn't wanna get out of that car became suddenly crystal clear. Right there and then the thing I wanted most in the whole world was for this gorgeous-looking jock to keep talking to me. The sensation it gave me was incredible and I really did want to agree to the terms of his peculiar proposal, so badly!

"No, please... I... I wanna stay..." I said looking down between my feet. He snorted again.

"Tsk! Don't do me any favors, man!" he retorted with unconcealed sarcasm.

"No... No... for real... I... I wanna do it... please..." I was almost pleading now.

He looked at me for a few seconds without saying anything. He was off-the-charts handsome and my heart was pumping blood way faster than normal.

"Alright, I'll tell you what..." he smirked, starting the car again "I'll take you for a spin, then I'll decide. That work for you?" he asked sarcastically, still looking at me.

"Y... yeah... of course..." I stammered. He was being a cocky asshole but I couldn't see it in that moment and let's be honest, even if I could, I probably wouldn't have cared. Besides, I think I had deserved it.

"Good, let's go!" he said.

"You.. you mean now?" I replied almost in a panic. This time, he was starting to look kinda pissed.

"Dude, you're getting on my nerves! If I wanted to hear all this bitching I would have asked a chick, for fuck's sakes!" he spat and his words worked like a whip.

"You... you're right... sorry... now's perfect... but I mean, where are we going to..." I enquired, trying to sound convincing.

"I know a place..." he replied vaguely.

He drove for a few minutes without speaking and I was happy to follow his lead. What could little old me have ever said to someone like him? If life had taught me anything, it was that being quiet was probably my safest bet. We got into the empty parking lot of what looked like an abandoned building. We were a little far from the town center, but then again, Greeley Colorado, is pretty small. The sign `Hansson and sons' was still readable although faded but it was clear that nobody had used that place in a long time. He parked near the rusty-looking entrance.

"Where are we?" I asked uncertain.

"Does it matter?" he replied with a little attitude "C'mon!" and got out of the car.

I followed him inside the big storage house, which was empty except for a couple of very old forklifts in a corner and a metal staircase that lead to what must have once been an office.

"You getting in or what?" he asked noticing my reluctance to enter the room.

"Sorry!" I hurried inside and he closed the door.

"Sit." he ordered pointing at an old leather couch. I did as he told me. He took off his jacket, lit another cigarette and finally sat down on the tilting office chair near the desk. He breathed in the smoke then blew it out. He was wearing a black t-shirt, faded jeans and a pair of worn out black Vans.

"You said you've never been with a guy. Does that mean you've never sucked dick before?" he asked me, still looking at me with those penetrating dark eyes of his.

"N... no... I'm sorry..." it felt like I had to apologize. He shrugged:

"Well, let's just hope your fag instincts kick in then." he quipped. I smiled bitterly and looked down.

"Actually..." I said.

"What?"

"Nah, forget it, it's stupid..." it was embarrassing and I wasn't sure I wanted to share that particular piece of information.

"Dude, just fucking tell me, ok?!" he pressed.

"Well... I know it's weird but I've never even... kissed anyone before..." I confessed.

"What?" he laughed, in disbelief "Dude, I gave my first kiss when I was like in seventh grade, you're a fucking junior in high school! Hahaha!" he mocked me. I was staring at the floor regretting ever telling him. He enjoyed his laugh but then he said "Well, don't worry about it, man! We can change that right now!"

I looked up and saw him smirk. I frowned.

"We... we can?" I asked.

"Yep, wouldn't you like to give your very first kiss?" he teased. My mouth was as dry as the fucking desert. Was that happening for real? Was this boy gonna kiss me for real? He was straight of course, so I knew nothing was ever gonna happen from a romantic perspective but still...

"Y... yeah... of course, I would..." it was a no brainer, really "You... you mean it? You'd... you'd let me kiss you?" I asked. He frowned slightly, then he burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! Yeah, right! Keep dreaming, faggot! I meant you can kiss my dick, you dumbass!" he sneered.

Yet again I was being made fun of by this overbearing jock. Then why didn't his absurd offer repel me in the least?

"Yeah... of course... I... I knew that..." I lied trying desperately not to sound as lame as I felt "I'd like that... I'd like that a lot, Leo..." I told him.

"Yeah, I thought so, hehe" he jeered "Get over here." he said without moving an inch. I got up from the couch, took off my jacket and walked the three or four steps that were dividing me from him. My palms were sweaty.

"Dude, my dick is down here, get on the floor!" he ordered again, looking at me like I was pretty dumb.

"Yes! Sorry!" I kneeled in front of him and he started to unbuckle his belt. I swallowed hard, I had never been that nervous in my life. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper.

"You know, this is pretty huge for you..." he said cheeky as hell opening the flap of his pants "I mean, they say you remember your first kiss for the rest of your life. You sure you're ready for this?" he was clearly mocking me. I guess he thought it was his prerogative. He had white Calvin Klein boxers and the front of the crotch was stained with yellowish traces of what was probably piss.

"Uhm... I..." I hesitated.

"Good!" he cut me off and all of a sudden put his hand on my head and pressed my face to the damp fabric that was covering his junk. The smell was out of this world. It was so strong. It was like walking into the boys locker room after a game, only up close and very personal and a hundred times stronger.

"It... it... smells... pretty ripe... down here..." I managed to say in a small voice. He snorted.

"Well, duh, it's a fucking dick and I haven't showered in a couple of days..." he said amused "Oh, and we even had PE this morning so I guess it's your lucky day, huh? Hahaha!" he cackled. I didn't reply and he added "Dude, you better get used to it! You're a faggot which means that you'll be smelling stinky dicks for the rest of your life!" he continued, then took another puff "And just so we're clear, if you expect me to shower before you give me head, we can just forget about the whole thing right now cause it ain't happening, got it?" and again that was the only threat I needed.

"No, of course not! Don't worry about it!" I said brushing my face on his smelly crotch "I... I like this! I do!" and I started to breath in his overwhelming masculinity with everything I had and to be honest with you, that funky scent was making my blood pump down to my dick like crazy.

He widened his smirk.

"I can see that, hehe!" he sneered and took another puff while looking down at me. "Alright, enough with this shit!" and just like that he lowered his boxers. For the first time in my life I was inches away from the object of my lewd affection. I was breathing pretty heavily now and staring in complete awe at a real, live cock.

"Like what you see, queer?" he said with his cigarette in his mouth and an entertained grin. I had nothing to compare it with, but being able to get this close to something so beautiful made me feel so damn lucky.

"Yeah... yeah, very much..." I breathed.

"Well go on then, here's your special moment!" he scoffed at me "Kiss it!"

He had this amused expression on his handsome face. I looked down at the dick I was so drawn to. I lowered my face, pressed my lips to his clammy skin, breathed in his scent and gave my very first kiss.

"Well? How was it?" he asked after a second of silence. My heart was still pounding.

"It was... great..." I said keeping that same small voice. He snickered.

"Do it again." he told me and took another puff.

I did as I was told because, quite frankly, I couldn't wait to. I kissed his shaft a few more times. Then I kissed his black pubes, burying my nose inside them, where the smell was even more pungent. It felt so good to be able to do that. His dick was great to look at but even greater to kiss.

"Do my balls." he ordered and I immediately lowered my face even more to reach them. They were big. Bigger than mine for sure and so was his dick. His ball sack was almost hairless and it was partly covered by his limp dick. I didn't dare move it though. It didn't seem right. I kissed and kissed everywhere my lips could reach.

"Alright, you've had your fun. Time to make me feel good, fag." he said and I looked up just to get a face full of smoke "Start licking."

"Ok..." my heart was just about ready to explode and my dick was as hard as a rock. I opened my mouth and licked his whole shaft, from his cockhead to his pubes. I stuck my tongue back in and tasted that wild, salty new flavor.

"mmmmmm...." I couldn't help moaning.

"Taste good?" he asked with his derisive tone.

"Yeah..." I said.

"Hehe! I'll bet!" he snickered "Keep licking."

Licking that unwashed crotch didn't just feel good. It felt awesome! I was slurping and lapping and slobbering all over his junk, trying to taste every inch of his manhood, washing it from whatever was giving it that funky flavor, taking in that smell that I was slowly starting to want more and more. Those big balls, his pubes and the shaft that was very slowly coming to life. I looked up at him, almost proud of myself. But Leo wasn't looking at me anymore. I could only see the back of his phone like he was texting. That made me sad. I found myself craving his attention now that I had had a taste of it. So I started licking like I really meant business, more rapidly almost like an animal. I don't know why I did it but I just felt like it was the right thing to do. Of course he noticed.

"Is it really that tasty, fag? Hehe!" he said, without looking away from his phone. I felt my cheeks burn.

"Y... yeah..." I replied, almost apologetically.

"Good to know, hehe!!" he sneered, still texting. I resumed licking in the hope he would go back to looking down at me. His cockhead seemed to have an especially bitter taste that I couldn't seem to get enough of. After a few minutes or so in which he finished his cigarette, let me go crazy with the slurping noises and pretty much ignored me completely, his eyes finally met mine and he was grinning, wildly entertained.

"You done lapping all that sweat off my balls, yet?" he asked half laughing and a new pang of embarrassment ran through me.

"Y... yeah..." I replied with my tongue still out.

"Hehe! Good job! Alright, here's what's gonna happen now." he said with his business-like tone "I'm gonna play a nice porn vid on my phone, kick back and relax while you suck my dick till I nut in your mouth," he explained "ok?" he asked.

"Uhm... o... ok..." the way he was speaking to me was unreal. He was telling me to do all that stuff with the same ease someone would say `pass the salt'!

"Good! Oh, and remember to swallow!" he added as an afterthought "But what am I saying, of course you'll swallow. I mean the whole point why you're doing this is cause you wanna guzzle my cum so It'd be crazy for you to spit it out, right?! " he continued with his hands spread wide like the sole idea was preposterous.

"R... right..." I said. Everything was happening way too fast for me to catch on.

"Awesome! Alright, get to work!" he said before going back to his phone.

I looked down at his dick. He had a chubby but the shaft was slowly softening again. I swallowed. I could taste him in my mouth and again the leading emotion in my internal turmoil was an unseemly urge to taste him again.

Then the noises started. Unmistakable noises of straight sex. His porn was rolling.

"Dude, you deaf or something?" Leo gave me an annoyed look "Suck that fucking dick!"

"Right!" I said pretty enthusiastically, put his dick in my mouth and started giving my first blowjob. Two first times in less than ten minutes, who would've thunk that?

His cut cock head was resting on the back of my tongue, sliding back and forth as I was slowly suckling on that juicy piece of meat. The inside of my mouth was flooded with my own spit. I couldn't control it. My body was doing stuff I wasn't telling it to do. I swallowed all that dick-flavored saliva. It really did feel good. I was now the protagonist of something I had seen on screen a gazillion times but had never had the chance to experience and it was not even close to what I had imagined. Sure, it was awkward, and I really had no clue what I was doing. And I wasn't exactly comfortable on my knees, on the floor but all that didn't really matter. Not one bit. I loved it.

"Mmmmmm...." I moaned again, incapable of restraining myself. I heard him snicker lightly.

"Told you you were getting the better end of the deal, man! Hehe!" he said cocky as fuck which I have to say hurt me a little. Was I not good enough? Was I good at all? I realized the dick I was holding in my mouth wasn't exactly rock hard and I had been at if for a few minutes. That was not a good sign.

Then all of a sudden, I felt his hand grab a hold of my hair and he started pushing me down, then pulling me up... over and over. He was giving me a rhythm to follow that definitely did not involve the gentle suckling I had been providing so far. The noises my mouth and my throat were making were now loud and weird, like a plunger, trying to unclog a sink. I was sucking as much as I could and soon Leo's dick started growing, slowly but steadily, which was good of course. But sure enough I started to gag. Once. He ignored it. Twice. He ignored it again. Then a harder push than the previous ones cut my air supply and the third one was a major gagging. He eased the pressure a little but kept his hands firmly there. I took a couple of shaky breaths with half his cock in my mouth. He gave me no more than a few seconds, then he pushed me down again.

As the minutes went by he seemed to ignore more and more of my gagging and give me less and less time to recover when he granted me a breather. His dick never left my mouth. He wouldn't let me. He only slightly reduced the pressure on my head right before I was about to puke my guts out. I had tears splattered all over my face and gallons of spit covering his pubes and dribbling down to his balls. This was so fucking hard. It had always looked easy in all those videos. Like guzzling a whole cock was a walk in the park but nothing was further from the truth. My throat was beginning to get a little sore and the tension in my whole body was building up every time he pushed my head down. For the umpteenth time I gagged like I was gonna die and he let go of my head. I managed to breathe in a mouthful of his masculine scent and his dick slipped out of my mouth.

"Dude, this is gonna take forever!" he complained looking down at me annoyed "Look, you can't even get me hard, for fuck's sakes!"

To my horror, it was true. His gorgeous cock wasn't hard all the way which scared me a little considering everything I had done.

"I'm... sorry..." I tried to say.

"What gives, man? I thought you homos were like natural born cocksuckers or something! How can you be this bad?" he asked somewhere between irked and disappointed.

"I... I really am sorry... I've never done this before... I don't know what I'm doing..." I apologized again, mortified.

"Yeah, no shit you don't!" he snorted then rolled his eyes "Look, you clearly loooove sucking on my dick, right?" he levelled with me, making clear that wasn't really a question.

"Y... yeah..." I said and my voice shook a little.

"And I'm guessing you want me to let you do it again sometime, right?"

"Yes! Please!" this time I didn't even try to conceal my true feelings. He snickered briefly.

"Alright, then just relax and let me fuck your throat for real, man!" he said smirking and added "I mean, I get that you wanna spend the next two hours on your knees slobbering on my junk, but I have a life, you know? And this is getting boring!"

"Yes, of course! I'm sorry!" I hurried to apologize a third time. I felt like crying.

"Alright, take my pants off." he told me and I immediately complied. I slipped his kicks off and freed him from the clothes that were bugging him. If he had been sexy before, now just wearing his shirt and ankle socks he was to die for. He put one leg up and planted his foot on the desk, the other one he left on the ground. The smell of his whole body was so fucking addictive for me and the vision before my eyes was absolutely irresistible. "C'mere!" he ordered and placed his hand on the back of my head again "Open the fuck up." This time, when I obeyed he starting a full on face-fuck. He was actively thrusting his hips now; a very different pace from before. My nose was touching his pubes at each thrust and his cockhead was literally punching the back of my throat.

"Yeah, that's better!" he commented while I was drowning. The sounds I was making were getting more and more inhuman by the second. My nose was running, my vision was all blurry from the tears and he was using that awesome cock of his like a jackhammer. He kept on going and going and now he was getting hard for real. It was like sucking on a rod of metal, but it was warm and veiny and pulsating. And tasty. It felt so good to have it in my mouth, I don't think words can give it justice.

Then, he pushed his dick even deeper and held me down with way more strength than I could have ever been able to overcome.

"Mmmm... that feels good..." he muttered "Stay down there..." he ordered quietly watching his porn and biting his lower lip. I gagged loudly. He didn't budge. I gagged a second time and a third, my eyes felt like they were about to pop out. Not even a comment from him. I gagged a fourth time and he let me back away a couple of inches just to start face-fucking me again within seconds. I had never done anything this hard my whole life. I didn't even know what to concentrate on. So many inputs were flooding my confused, unprepared conscience. That overpowering smell of lewd, wild virility, the pain in my throat, the tension in my whole body and the raging hard on I had in my pants. He plunged deep again and planted his dick inside my fucking brain "Uuuh yeah... fucking shake that ass, bitch!" he commented, obviously not talking to me. And the face-fuck resumed.

"Aaahhh.... aaaahhhh...." he started grunting after a while more and without warning my mouth and throat and nose were completely flooded by my hard-earned gooey reward.

"Aaahhhh.... fuck yeah!!!" he moaned as he was pumping his orgasm inside me. I tried to remember the swallowing thing but I didn't manage to get all his cum. I was coughing and gagging and part of it shot out from my nose.

And then it was over. I was devastated but I was finally breathing again. Or trying to. His dick was still in my mouth. Not because he was holding me there. He wasn't anymore but I just couldn't move. I didn't want to.

He put down his phone and grinned at me.

"Well, that was alright..." he said with smug complacency to my exhausted, messed up face "...at least you managed to make me cum." Looking at him was all I could do in that moment. He smirked "You don't wanna let go, do you? Afraid I'll never let you do it again? Hahaha!" he said referring to his now softening dick safely cocooned inside my mouth. I swallowed and finally let go. The gorgeous piece of meat I was separating from bobbed, limp on his spit covered balls.

"Sorry..." I mumbled embarrassed. The savage taste of his cum was overwhelmingly strong. He smiled and grabbed a piece of cloth from the table.

"Well..." he started wiping all that shit from his groin "...one thing's for sure, man! You enjoyed this way more than I did!" He stated getting up from the chair and cleaning off his balls and taint. I was still kneeling down, in front of him taking in the sight of this gorgeous looking athlete that had just let me experience a new, unknown world that was two steps away from disappearing before my eyes.

"I'm... I'm... sorry..." I repeated for the umpteenth time.

"Yeah, well..." he replied now wiping his ass "You being sorry isn't gonna make me cum any faster, is it?" he said rhetorically. I was heartbroken "And what's with all this fucking drool, man! What are you, one of those bulldogs?" he was clearly displeased. "Fuck, I should make you lick all this shit off me!" he added lowering his voice, like he was mumbling to himself. I must have looked devastated because he smiled from up there. "Cheer up, fag! I didn't say the deal's off. Here, wipe your fucking face, you look gross!" he said and handed me the piece of cloth he had been using. It was now damp and I realized when I took it that it was nothing more than a cum rag. I wiped my face with it gladly and breathed in that fowl stale cum smell of he boy or boys who had used it, because the only thing that mattered right then was what he had just said.

"You... you didn't?" I asked as he was putting his boxers back on. He shrugged.

"Well, I'm willing to give you another chance..." he was pulling rank but I was grateful "I mean, like I said, you look pretty desperate..." he added "And what can I say, I'm a good guy!" He zipped up his pants.

"Really? You'd really do that, for me?" I asked, still on my knees.

"Yeah, but dude, if you wanna keep eating cum, you need to learn how to fucking take a dick without barfing!" he said now putting his Vans back on. "I mean, if I can't even fuck your face for like ten minutes straight I might as well use my hand, you know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah... Ok! I... I... will Leo... but... how do I do that?" he frowned at that and looked at me like I was a whacko.

"How the fuck should I know? You're the fag! Figure it out!" he snapped back.

"Right! Yes! Ok!"

"Gimme your number." He said and I immediately complied. "What did you say your name was?" I frowned.

"Uhm... I'm... Chuck... Chuck Walsh... but... didn't you... like... say you heard all those rumors about me? That I was gay I mean..." I asked.

"What? Oh no! Made it up, sorry!" he said distractedly while typing on his phone "No one's saying shit about you, I just figured you were a fag cause I caught you checking me out a couple of times." he looked at me and smirked "Guess I was right, huh? Hehehe!" and he went back to typing.

"Yeah... uhm... Leo?"

"What?" he said without raising his eyes.

"Do... do you have to keep calling me... you know..." he looked up from his phone and frowned again.

"What? A fag?" he asked. I nodded and he shrugged "Well, why the fuck wouldn't I? That's what you are, man!" he said, "What else would I call you? Chuck? Chucky? It's not like we're friends..." he added "...besides, `fag' sounds better than your real name anyways, don't you think?" he joked but was looking at me like all that was pretty obvious.

"Right... Sorry... I don't know why I brought it up..." I said in that small voice that I kept using in front of him. I suddenly felt so stupid for saying anything. He was barely listening anyways.

"Shit! I'm late!" he cursed, then looked up at me. "Hey, can you walk home? There's somewhere I need to be!" he asked and I looked at him gawking like a moron. That place was at least three miles from my house, it was a hell of a walk. But, you see, I felt way too guilty already.

"Y... yeah... of course... no problem..." I assured him.

"Cool, slide the door shut when you leave!" he said turning his back on me and dashing out of the office. And just like that he was gone.

Sebastian

I was almost done with the second one.

"Dude, c'mon! Just throw the fucking ball!" Ace yelled. I was on all fours, rubbing the rag on the tip of one of his black leather Lumberjack boots.

"Shut up, I can do it!" Chris replied to his buddy. Both his legs had been resting on my lower back for the past hour or so whereas Ace's other boot, the one I had already polished, was heavily pushing between my shoulder blades and I was starting to feel actual pain on my knees. I heard a bottle clink, gulping sounds and then a loud belch.

"Hey, where the fuck is Leo? Wasn't he supposed to show up like an hour ago?" Ace asked then shouted, "What are you doing? Plug those fucking holes!" as the noise of joystick buttons being pressed relentlessly, filled the room. I looked at Ace's boot. It was still not clean enough. I lowered my face and started licking it, slobbering all over the worn leather, trying to wash off all the grime he had gathered in the past few days since I had last seen the boys. It was so nice of him to let me do this for him.

"Dude, I'm telling you, I can do it! Shut up and let me play!" Chris insisted then answered his friend's actual question "I don't know, he's probably just driving around in his new ride..." and then went back to shouting "C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!" at the TV screen. I wiped my spit off with the rag. Much better. Now I had to make sure the midsole was clean too which was kinda tricky in the position I had to hold. I tilted my head and pressed my ear to the floor so I could lick the inner side of the boot where the grime was thicker.

"Yes! Yes! Tackle him! C'mon!" Ace shouted. I swallowed the muck and made sure my tongue was clean again. There was some more on the heel but it was hard to reach cause it was almost touching the couch where they were rightfully chilling. I stretched my tongue as far as I could. It was the least I could do. That was nothing compared to what he was doing for me. To what they were doing for me. I was so lucky.

"Yes!" they both yelled and Ace suddenly pushed his foot forward kicking me right in the nose. I tried to be as quiet as possible while they were celebrating, I didn't wanna bug them with my stupid, useless presence. Then the boot I was cleaning fell down heavily on my turned head, pinning it down to the floor. I could now only see the bottom of the couch. The position was so uncomfortable it actually hurt.

"I told you I could do it!" Chris exclaimed triumphantly as high-fives were being exchanged.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" conceded Ace. Then he changed his tone completely. "Hey queer, you done cleaning my kicks?" he asked me with his arrogant teenage baritone.

"Almost, Sir!" my voice distinctly betrayed the physical discomfort I was in.

"Good bitch!" he replied tapping the heel of his boot on my cheek "If you do a really good job maybe I'll even let you lick my feet later!" he crooned, extremely entertained.

"Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir! You're so good to me, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" I sounded clearly desperate to make sure he knew just how much that meant to me.

The two boys cackled loudly "Stupid fucking homo! Hahaha!"

"Hey, bitch!" a searing pain on my right side welcomed Chris's kick which made me fall to the ground in front of them "Bring us more beer, we're out!" He chugged down what was left of his first bottle then he belched ostentatiously.

"Yes, Sir! Right away, Sir!!" I replied, got back up on my knees, crawled over to him kissed his sneaker a few times and went "Thank you for kicking me, Sir! I appreciate all of your training, Sir! I'll be a better slave, Sir!"

"Hahahaha! No problem, fag! C'mere!" Chris pulled my leash up forcefully and choked me slightly, then he grabbed my hair and made me face him. He was beyond gorgeous. He looked like a teenage Viking god with those piercing blue eyes, blond hair and perfect features. He was smirking widely: "Do you realize how fucking pathetic you are, you fucking sissy?" he hissed.

"Yes, Sir! I am the most pathetic faggot on earth, Sir! I don't even deserve to be alive, Sir! The only purpose I have in life is to serve YOU, Sir and to make YOUR life easier, Sir! Thank you for teaching me all this, Sir!" I shouted like a soldier.

Chris raised his eyebrows, amused and turned to Ace.

"What do you say? Good enough?"

Ace snickered "I'm impressed, hehe!" and they both cracked up.

"Well, good faggots get yummy treats, don't they?" Chris asked his bud playfully. That whole little show was so fucking exciting.

"Tsk, you're always spoiling this little piggy!" snorted Ace slapping my face forcefully a few times. His ginger hair, freckles and pointy nose made him look like some sort of beautiful Irish elf king and his slender swimmer's body completed the picture of pure sadistic perfection.

"Thank you for slapping me, Sir!" I eagerly replied.

"Hahaha! Sure thing, faggot!" he was obviously having a good time abusing me which made me so happy.

"Open up!" Chris ordered me and as I obeyed he started hawking up major quantities of spit and snot "Here's your treat, slave!" he mumbled than he spit it right at the back of my throat. It was a lot and I swallowed it ever so gratefully.

"Thank you so much, Sir! I don't deserve all this, Sir! It was delicious, Sir!" I submissively gave thanks.

"Hahaha!" they both roared with laughter and Chris slapped me a few more times before kicking me away "Get us that fucking beer, faggot!!"

"Yes, Sir!" I said, getting back on my knees again and crawled out of the room.

The kitchen was basically the room adjacent to the living room, where the boys were playing, if you don't count the tiny entrance corridor. I was just about to get on my feet and grab their drinks when the front door opened and my third god walked in.

"Hey, bro!" Chris and Ace yelled from the couch.

"Whassup, guys!" replied Leo.

I immediately crawled over to him shaking my ass as wide as I could so that my rubber dog tail plug would visibly wiggle with joy and I whimpered in ecstasy when he said:

"Hey, faggot!"

"Hello, Sir!! Welcome back!" I got to him and started to lick his worn out Vans.

"Did you miss me?" he jeered checking himself in the mirror next to the entrance. His mane of unruly black curls was majestic as always.

"Yes, Sir, so much!" I replied genuinely ecstatic.

"What's the matter? You hungry?! Those two forgot to feed you again, didn't they?" he taunted "Awwww, but that's ok, look! I got your favorite fag food right here!" he lifted the shoe that I was kissing and showed me his filthy sole "You want it?" he gave me a killer smile.

"Yes Sir! Please! I'm begging you!" I exclaimed rolling over instantly, placing my face right under his foot and sticking my tongue out in anticipation.

"Haha! Good answer, faggot!" he said and rewarded me by pressing his sneaker sole to my face.

There was so much to lick I wished I could have stayed like that for hours.

"Yeah, just like that! Hehehe! How does it feel to lick the shit off the bottom of my shoe, fag?" he asked, while wiping the rubber against my tongue.

"It feeelthhhh goooooodddd... Shhhir" I tried to say "It's what I.... deserve for being... a faggot, Shhhir!!" my words were a little distorted by the friction Leo's sneaker was making against my face.

"Yeah, you got that right, you motherfucking freak! Hehe!" he jeered "Now eat it all! That's all you're good for at this point!"

"Yo, Green! Get over here!" Chris's booming voice came from the living room "I just got the new Madden NFL. I wanna kick your ass at it!"

"Comiiiiiing!" Leo yelled back "I'm feeding the fag! He's totally pigging out!" which made all of them cackle.

"Alright, that's enough!" Leo said and slapped my face with his foot a couple of times. "Now go make me... hang on..." he said than raised his voice and hollered "Yo, guys! Want some grub?"

"You bet!" they answered in unison.

"Well, then go make us some grub, bitch!" he said as he stepped onto my bare chest.

"Yes Sir!"

"And hurry the fuck up, I'm starving!" he walked over my exposed crotch which made me whimper, this time with pain. But he was already horsing around with his buddies and I wasn't even in his radar anymore. I got to my feet and started to prepare their snacks.

"Finally, man! What gives?!" Ace asked as Leo threw himself on the couch. "Were you with fag-boy this whole time?"

And right there and then, my day changed. At the sound of those words, my head turned to the couch so quickly I thought I heard my own neck snap.

"Nah, I left him at the `fuck cave' like an hour ago! Told him to walk home!" Leo explained.

"Hahaha! Nice one, bro!" said Chris as they fist bumped each other "So how did it go?" the boy sounded very interested.

"I dunno, he's alright, I guess!" replied Leo, unimpressed then added "I mean, he totally sucks! But..."

"Well, good! That was kind of the plan!" bantered Ace.

"Shut up, man!" Leo grunted throwing one of his cushions at him and they all snickered "Look, if we wanna do this we're gonna have to train him hard, guys, cause he is BAD! Like for real!"

"Dude, I'm so in! Training them is the best part!" commented Ace.

"Yeah, he's right!" Chris sneered, looking extremely amused "Looks like it's time to blow the dust of th..." he paused and the others chimed in and yelled:

"The fag commandments!" their guffaws were filling the whole house. My heart was pounding and I was fighting back tears with all I had. That could not be happening for real. I suddenly felt like my whole world, that amazing new life my gods had gifted me with in the past six months, was being snatched away from me. It was so damn hard to stay calm. And yet I had to. I couldn't make a scene in front of them.

"Yo, faggot! What's the fucking hold up?!" Chris yelled.

"Coming, Sir!" my voice broke a little, which made them laugh.

"Coming, Sir!" Ace mimicked the faggy cadence in the way I always spoke. More laughter.

On my knees, I proceeded into the living room with a tray in my hands filled with sandwiches and beer.

"So what's his name again?" Chris asked, grabbing a bottle and ignoring me.

"Chuck... Waltz or... Walsh... whatever..." my heartbeat skyrocketed as the dark-haired god said that name.

"Never heard of him. You said he's a junior at our school?" Chris frowned as he asked.

"Yeah, he's got like zero friends and nobody even talks to him." Leo took his food from the tray and took a bite from the sandwich. "Tooootal cock-addict, though, from the second he smelled this shit!" he grabbed his crotch "You should have seen the look on his face! You'd think he was in heaven, hehehe!"

"Hahaha!! You made him reach fucking nirvana! Hahaha!"

"Yeah, I bet he wet his panties! Hahaha!"

As I was listening to them dissing this kid and laughing their balls off, my blood boiled with rage. I put down the tray and I was about to crawl into my corner when Leo grabbed my leash and pulled me towards him.

"Stay!" he ordered like you would a dog. He took out a cigarette and lit it. I instinctively opened my mouth and tilted my head up, so that it was close to the couch armrest.

"Alright, you said you wanted to kick my ass, Hansson?" Leo said defiantly. "I'd like to see you try!"

"Oh, it's on, bitch!" was Chris's amused answer. Leo took a long puff, blew the smoke out laughing then without turning to me, he flicked his cigarette in my mouth.

I loved this kind of attention. It was so gracious of them to even tolerate my unsightly existence. They were straight and gorgeous teenage jocks. A wretched faggot like me wasn't even worthy of licking the scum off their shoes and yet they still let me. That's how good they were to me. Using my mouth as an ashtray was another example of their kindness. It was a way for me to be around them and witness them having a good time, eating the food I had prepared, drinking the beer I had provided for them, playing a game on a console they had bought with my credit card, in the house that I was paying for and I would get to clean after they left.

Leo flicked his cigarette again. It felt so good to be able to swallow that ash for him.

"What the fuck, dude! That was a foul!" he shouted with the cigarette back in his mouth.

"Yeah, right!" replied Chris amused. I felt so fortunate to be able to watch them just being themselves. I couldn't believe another faggot was now in the picture. They had every right of wanting more slaves, of course and there was nothing I could do about it, not a thing.

"Bam bitch! What did I tell ya?!" I heard Chris shout after a few more minutes.

"Fuck you, bro! I want a rematch!" Leo protested.

"Fine! Whatever... loser... hahaha!" replied Chris and Leo punched him on the arm playfully. They started to horse around the room for a little while, laughing, showing off their athletic bodies and the crazy amount of testosterone that was pumping through their veins. Ace was watching them, entertained as fuck.

Not surprisingly they knocked off a vase that was in the way. It shattered on the floor.

"Ooops!" they commented unremorsefully, cackling and not stopping for a second.

It took them a few minutes to settle down and they both threw themselves on the couch, each in their respective spot, with heavy breaths and a happy smirk on their faces.

"Alright, this time's a draw but next time..." joked Leo and the other two laughed. Then he turned to me, gave a last puff and said "Stick your fucking tongue out, faggot!" and as I did he put out his cigarette. It hurt and a painful whimper escaped me.

"Yeah, yeah, I know! You're welcome! Hahaha!" sneered Leo throwing the butt down to the back of my throat. They all cackled hysterically.

"Hey fag, get your funnel. I'll give you something to wash that shit down with! Hehehe!" Chris's broken teenage voice said.

"Yeah!! I think we all should! Hahahaha!!" Ace chimed in.

I turned around and immediately obeyed, still holding the ash and the cigarette bud in my mouth. The device I reached for was nothing more than a big plastic funnel, connected to a rubber hose, the tip of which I put in my mouth.

Chris got up from the couch and I crawled to him, holding up the funnel to his crotch level.

"Well, someone's thirsty! Hahaha!" taunted Leo as Chris unzipped his pants. His perfect cock came into view, a true sight for sore eyes. He started pissing and soon my mouth was filled with the acrid, yellow liquid. I gulped down the ash and the butt and kept swallowing, mouthful after mouthful.

"Chug it! Chug it! Chug it!" the three boys chanted as Chris was emptying his bladder. I kept my eyes on his cock and concentrated on the powerful stream of straw yellow piss gurgling in the funnel.

"This is what you get for being a faggot, bitch! Be grateful for being my fucking toilet!" cackled Chris as the others were doubling over. I had heard that unequivocal truth countless times, that inherent law that rightfully gave their deserving kind all the power. I kept swallowing but I looked up at him trying to convey how truly grateful I actually was. He smirked at me.

"Oh, oh!" taunted Ace "I think piggy here's in love with your piss, bro! Hahaha!"

"Hahaha! He's so fucking pathetic! Haha!" replied Chris ""You hear that, faggot? You are FUCKING PATHETIC!" he shouted in my face then he spit right between my eyes. They laughed again. I kept swallowing even though the stream was slowly dying "Yeah, drink every fucking drop, you stupid cunt!" the blond boy kept snickering.

The second I had finished my fag drink I removed the hose from my mouth, pressed down my forehead to the floor in front of him and said:

"Thank you so much for letting me drink your godly urine, Sir! It's such an honor to serve as your toilet, Sir! I am so lucky, Sir! Thank you so much, Sir!" I recited with a stomach full of piss that was threatening to come out of me at any moment.

"Hahaha! Oh, faggot!" Chris said putting his foot on the back of my head "Can you imagine what your life is gonna be like when we get bored with you and get rid of you?"

His words pierced my heart and I started panicking.

"Sir! Please, no!! I'm begging you! My life is over without you! My only purpose in life is to serve you, Sir! You taught me that!" I sobbed.

"Hahaha! Yeah, we did! But that's not our problem, cunt! Our life is great with or without you! Hahaha!!!" Leo cackled.

"Hahaha! Good one!" said Ace.

"I know, Sir! And you have every right to throw me out like I was trash..." I cried "because I am... but I'm begging you, my masters... my gods... please keep abusing me, please!!" tears were running down my cheeks and onto the floor. Chris's foot was still pinning me down.

"Well, I guess that depends on you, piggie!" Ace sneered, "You better find ways to keep us entertained, otherwise..." he left the threat hang in the air.

"I will, Sir! Please, let me show you my complete devotion to you all! Please!!" I hurried to say.

They laughed again then Chris said:

"Oh, relax, cunt! I think you earned yourself a few more days as our slave, what do you guys say?"

Chuck

I simply couldn't believe my ears.

"But... but... Sir! I don't understand! I wasn't doing anything wrong!" I protested mildly. Mr. Sheridan, my math teacher, and I were the last ones in the classroom. He looked at me with hard eyes.

"Yes, you were, Walsh! You think I didn't see you playing with your phone, earlier? Huh? You think I'm stupid?" he said to me while putting away his books. He sounded pretty mad too.

"No, Sir! Of course I don't! But I swear I wasn't doing anything like that!"

It was preposterous! Was the guy high? I hadn't even touched my phone!

"Walsh, you can keep talking till you're blue in the face..." he said closing his bag "...you're still getting a week's detention and that's final!"

Mr. Sheridan had actually been one of the few teachers that didn't completely suck! Up till now, that is! It was probably because he was by far the youngest of the faculty members at Central High and I guess we all felt a little closer to him than we did to the others. Still this was completely unfair, besides I had never gotten detention, ever in my life!

"Fine..." I mumbled, defeated.

"Are you ready to go, Sebastian?" Mr. Sheridan and I turned to the classroom door where Miss Yeng, our chem teacher was standing, waiting.

"Sure am, Pamela!" he answered putting on his coat "Don't forget Walsh! You start tomorrow!" he gave me one last severe look before leaving.

"Yes, Sir..." I mumbled as the two teachers walked away together.

I sighed and mumbled, "I hate my life."

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